"Dad, Dad, can I hold my kite now?"
"Not now son, it's too fragile. Wait till it's in the air."
"It's flying! It's flying! Okay, can I hold it now?"
"Not now son, wait till it's a little higher."
"It's so high now! Can I hold it now? Can I?"
[faintly, off in another world] "Not now...higher."
[disgusted] "I'm gonna go play now. Can I hold it when I get back?"
"...What? Oh. Yeah. Sure son. A little higher. Watch what it does! Look! Look! Look!"
[...]
"I'm back! You said I could hold it, can I? Can I?"
"Maybe next year."
Anybody who buys one of these kites reviewed here at Wired for a kid is clearly kidding themselves: these carbon-fiber beauties are pricey and not for beginners, but for the dad who likes to play (and what dad* doesn't secretly love a kite?), why not? And on who else could you spend over $300 on a "toy" and feel totally justified?
So go fly a kite, wouldja?
*moms too, but two days before Father's Day it's all about the men, you know?
